The Tika ship Canvas replied to our offer for assistance.
As they were already headed in our direction, they estimate it will take another three days or so to get here. I’m a little bit on edge.
We received their message on the standard calling frequency, which was all well and good, but Flint deciphered some artifacts at the end of the message. I thought it was just noise, but Flint found a barely encrypted second message, which said:
“There will never be enough.”
I’m not sure what it means, but I’m interpreting it to mean that they might demand a bit more than we might expect. I’m confident that we can spare enough supplies, given our circumstances, but we’ll just have to wait and see. Perhaps they have a much larger generational ship than we do, and they have a lot more mouths to feed. We’ll do what we can. It’s not like we can just change course, or hide. We’ll just have to keep on trucking and hope for the best.
Also, I swear to god, if I slip on another fucking tennis ball I’m going to lock Veronica into the virtual farming program and make her listen to the carrots grow.